xmlns:og='http://ogp.me/ns#' Kryssie Fortune: November 2019

Friday, 29 November 2019

Passion or Pity in the Bedroom. #satspanks #regency #romance #BDSM #action/adventure

Welcome to another Saturday Spankings post. 
Again, I'm sharing from my latest book, 

The Viscount's Pet.

Stonehurst has just returned Julianna to her family home, unaware her brother beats her. As he returns to his lodgings, he can't stop thinking about her. 


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Thanks to Julianna and her flighty sister, he’d argued with his father. The Dragoons drilled discipline in him, but the war cost him too many friends. He’d still have two whole legs if he hadn’t enlisted to evade Susanna’s clutches.

Besides, he wanted passion in the bedroom, not pity. That was why he’d sworn never to reveal his sawn-off stump to another person. No woman could love a cripple like him. Now Julianna’s tawny beauty haunted his thoughts.  
After Waterloo, his cock had hung flaccid in his trousers. There’d been that one glorious night when his fellow officer and close friend, Deanswood, let him watch as he spanked his wife. Thanks to him, Stonehurst learned he could still function as a man. 

Around Julianna, his balls ached and his dick demanded attention. While he shouldn’t have put her over his knee, he’d treasure that the memory for days. Months, maybe.

Everything about her fueled his dominant side. If he could, he’d strip her and screw her so hard she screamed his name. Judging by her response to his kiss, she wasn’t unwilling.

He’d wanted to show her the pleasure of a sensual spanking. If they were in a private place, he’d introduce her to his favorite pet play, too. That or tie her to the bed and torment her clit until she begged to come.


When her brother tries to force her into a marriage with a detestable baron, Julianna Halstead flees the family estate she has helped manage since the death of her parents. But as she makes her escape late at night, Juliana’s carelessness nearly results in her being trampled by a galloping horse, and the steed’s handsome rider takes it upon himself to correct her right then and there.

Though having her bottom bared and soundly spanked on the side of the road leaves Juliana blushing crimson, the punishment arouses her intensely and her body’s helpless response cannot be hidden. To make matters worse, the gentleman over whose lap she was so firmly chastised turns out to be none other than Viscount Stonehurst, someone she has known since childhood.

When Stonehurst learns of Juliana’s predicament, he decides to make her his bride. She will be no ordinary wife, however. She will be something much more shameful. But even as she is leashed, collared, and put on display in a cage wearing only a tail, then brought out to be used in ways no proper lady should enjoy, will Juliana come to love her new life as the viscount’s pet?

Publisher’s Note: The Viscount’s Pet is a stand-alone novel which shares the Regency-era setting of Wickedly Used and His Innocent Bride. It includes spankings and sexual scenes. If such material offends you, please don’t buy this book.

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Wednesday, 27 November 2019

Jerrik: A Viking Warrior Romance (Viking Surrender Book 8) By Felicity Brandon #VikingRomance, #SpankingRomance, #BDSMRomance

Jerrik: A Viking Warrior Romance (Viking Surrender Book 8) by [Brandon, Felicity]

 Felicity Brandon as she tells us about her book -


A horde of battle-hardened, ferocious Nordic warriors.

A Pictish village at the mercy of its enemies.

A harrowing bargain struck for nine fearful and reluctant brides.

Delivered into Viking hands, claimed and conquered, each bride must accept that she belongs to her new master. But, as wedding nights bring surrender to duty, will fierce lovers also surrender their hearts?

The Highland wilderness is savage, life is perilous, and the future uncertain, but each Viking has sworn protection, and there are no lengths to which a man will not go to safeguard the woman he loves.

Nine provocatively sensual tales of suspense, seduction and adventure told against the forbidding backdrop of medieval Scotland.

Journey together with indomitable heroes and intrepid heroines, as they discover that the raging storms of fear and passion can transform into enduring devotion.

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Brigid: The last thing I need is a husband, especially some Viking brute commanding my surrender.

Jerrik: Fight all you want, little Pict. You will yield to my desire...

Forced into a union she didn't seek, Brigid is terrified and aroused by Jerrik's masterful behaviour and carnal demands. 
But, when he saves her son from the ferocious ocean, Brigid realises he may be the hero she needs, as well as the man she craves.

It took a moment for his eyes to adjust as he approached the small, Pictish house, but the closer he got, Jerrik could just make out the delicate figure of someone outside the entrance. The fading light made it difficult to ascertain the person's identity at first, but upon closer inspection, Jerrik was sure it was the face of his new wife that met him.
"There you are!" he exclaimed, closing the remaining distance between them with one long stride. Fleetingly, he was grateful for the linguistic skills he'd acquired on his many travels. Previous conquests had afforded him the opportunity to learn most of the Pictish tongue, and that was sure to make this new adventure all the easier.
"I was wondering where you had disappeared to."
Two large eyes blinked up at him. "I'm sorry," she replied with a sigh, scuttling backwards at his sudden proximity. "l had to return to tend to my business here."
Jerrik paused at that. Business? What business did his little spouse have that meant she had to flee from their wedding feast? He'd barely concluded his second ale when he'd lost sight of her, and now, some hours later, he found her skulking around outside the house they were to share.
Determined to lay the foundation of this marriage from day one, he loomed over her with a narrowing gaze. "And what business is this you speak of, wife?"
Jerrik's tone was intentionally curt, and he smiled at the way Brigid flinched. He wanted her to know who was in charge now they were wed. Jerrik wasn't certain of the way of the Picts, but in Norse, it was men who were the masters of their wives and homes-he would expect no less than capitulation from his new bride.
"What is so vital that it lures you from my side on our wedding night? On this illustrious night for not only you, but the whole of your village?"
The brunette let out a huff, her arms folding across her chest. "Illustrious?" she repeated with a sceptical tone. "Who told you such things? I did not seek this union, Jerrik. I do not need a husband!"
Her tone caught Jerrik by surprise, his eyebrow arching in response to what sounded rather like petulance. "Oh, is that correct?" he murmured, towering over her. "l had no idea my services were not required. I did not hear a peep of protest from you earlier in the day when your self-appointed female leader made the arrangements with my jarl."
He thought her face blanched at that, but it was impossible to be sure in the shadows.
"1 did not want to upset her," she mumbled by means of reply. "Eithne means well, I think. She wanted to protect the whole village, but she presumes too much."
"Hmmm," His dark tone vibrated the short distance between them. "And yet it is done now. The vows are said, and the promises made, and now I have come as your husband to take what is rightfully mine."
Jerrik's shaft hardened as he said the words aloud, and he had to fight the wave of hot arousal that washed over him.
"I can't."
Brigid's words were so quiet that he barely even heard them on the growing evening breeze. Leaning down closer to her face, Jerrik tilted his head to take in what he could of her expression. She didn't seem fearful. He had seen terror in all of its many forms—the petrified pleas of the woman he had taken by force in the past and the final horrified expressions of the hundreds of men he had slayed—Hel, Jerrik could practically recognise its scent, and Brigid wasn't exhibiting those signs to him. She wasn't afraid, yet she seemed so resolute on the subject.
Taking a deep breath, he assessed her responses. This was his wife, and he was going to have her, but he didn't want to have to compel her. Better that she comply with his passion, and perhaps in time, Brigid could even learn to love him in her own way? He had heard of such things happening between a bonded pair, though in truth, Jerrik had never given the idea much credence.
"What obstructs you from giving yourself to me?" he demanded in an uncharacteristically soft tone. "Tell me now, and let us deal with the matter. I was assured that you were no maid, but if that is the case, I can go easy on you this first time we mate."
Brigid gulped at his words. Her gaze travelled up and down the length of his body as though she was acting on reflex, before her own expression softened. "It's not that," she murmured, her gaze lowering to his tunic.
"Then what?" His tone was harder now, his impatience showing in his timbre despite Jenik's every effort.
"It is not what I am, but what I have," she began in a hoarse whisper.
He shook his head at her. Was the woman intentionally talking in Pictish riddles?
"Tell me plainly, Brigid," he commanded, "Or else prepare to find yourself over my shoulder and inside this dwelling, It is time we consummate this marriage."
Her small palms were raised in an instant, her eyes as large as conkers. "Please, no!" she gasped as Jerrik's body pressed closer. "If you do that, you'll wake him, and he only just settled a short while ago."
"Tell me plainly, Brigid,• he commanded. "Or else prepare to find yourself over my shoulder and inside this dwelling. It is time we consummate this marriage."
Her small palms were raised in an instant, her eyes as large as conkers. "Please, no!' she gasped as Jerrik's body pressed closer. "If you do that, you'll wake him, and he only just settled a short while ago."
Jerrik halted abruptly at Brigid's explanation. What in Odin's name was going on here?
"Who will I wake?" he enquired.
Brigid pulled in a deep breath. "My son: she murmured. "You'll wake my son, Bram.·

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Friday, 22 November 2019

Hot Memories #regency #romance #spanking #hot #KU #kindleunlimited #satspanks

Thanks for dropping by. 
In my excerpt, my heroine remembers a recent spanking from a man she's just met.


A slight smile played over her lips as she daydreamed about the satanic-looking horseman who’d waylaid her. He’d smelled fresh and clean, and he kissed like the devil tempting her to sin.

She should have taken a short nap. Instead, she bunched her skirts around her waist. Her hands crept into her cunny and she stroked her pleasure bead. Fiery tingles shot through her blood. Her pulse rate rocketed, and her heart beat faster. The harder she rubbed, the better it felt.

Her imagination turned scandalous, and she pictured Stonehurst kissing every inch of her. In her dream, he built her longings into an inferno of need. And still she kept that delightful pressure on her clit.

Her tawny ringlets came loose and flew in all directions. Her breath came in irregular pants, and her body screamed for satisfaction. Eyes glazed, her lips formed a perfect ‘O.’ Another rub, another press on that intimate button, and cum spilled from her, leaving a sticky residue on her thighs.

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Thursday, 21 November 2019

Searching for Home, by PK Corey

    That’s what we had – a real, honest-to-God, woodshed, for storing wood and for getting your ass whipped.

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    Jenny is happily married to her strong, gorgeous sheriff. She has great friends and a good job. But life is never perfect is it? Within a short time, she and Cal have to move from the home they rent, need to move in with his parents and receive life-changing news from her mother’s lawyer. Jenny’s friend and boss, Allie, has her share of problems too – money woes, grabby clients and burglaries near her work.
    When they try to keep their worries from their protective husbands, they find out what it means to have an alpha man to deal with. After the girls are attacked at work, things seem to go from bad to worse. Taking on adult responsibilities is never easy as they’re finding out the hard way. Good thing they have their older friends, Cassie, Sue, Annie and Lily to fall back on.

    Finally, she thought to herself. She didn’t feel she could ask for a spanking, but she needed one so badly.

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    Some of Cal’s spankings she could certainly do without. But sex – there was no way she was giving that up!  


    "You need to listen to me, because I'm not done," Ryan informed her.
    "What? What do you mean?" she asked, trying to keep the panic out of her voice.
    "Well, I've been talking to a friend. Neither of us want to be too hard on our wives. Sometimes a spanking is exactly what's needed, but maybe not all the time. Sometimes we just need to get their attention—to be sure they're listening to what we're saying, because it's always going to be in their best interests." 
    "Ryan you have my full attention. I'm listening, and I won't be smoking anymore. I promise." 
    "I appreciate that," Ryan answered calmly. "But my friend did have a good suggestion, and now, with me wanting to make your stop-smoking day memorable, I think it's time to give it a try." As he reached into a drawer, he pulled out a small bag. "When I picked this up a few weeks ago, I didn't know if it would be for play or for discipline, but I knew it would be memorable. And 
    I think today's the day." He pulled a small, blue butt plug out of the bag.
    Allie's eyes went wide, "Ryan—" she began.
    "Hush," he told her. "Remember, when you act as reckless and immature as a child, I'm completely in charge."
    Allie was not sure about this at all. They had discussed plugs when they had looked at various sex toys, but she wasn't sold on the idea.
    "Roll over on your side," Ryan instructed. Allie had been having a hard time thinking of anything but her burning ass. This now had her full attention as she slowly did as he asked. She squeezed her eyes shut as he used a lubed finger to prepare her. 
    "Just relax, Al, you know I not going to hurt you." 
    Even as he said it, she felt pressure on her most private entrance. Relax, yeah sure, she thought, but with her eyes tightly closed, she tried. As it reached its widest point, her eyes flew open of their own accord, and she shouted, "No! Stop!" But in that instant, the pain was gone. In its place was a strange, uncomfortably full feeling—nothing like Allie had experienced before. 
    She took a few deep breaths. By remaining perfectly still, she found she could tolerate it. She could feel the heat cream on her ass. Grimacing, she tried to think of a way to rub her burning cheeks while not moving. 

    He’d already shown her that some things that began with pain could easily be turned into pleasure.

    Meet PK Corey

    After spending thirty-six years in two careers I liked just fine, I’ve finally found my dream career as a writer. I’ve been happily married for thirty-six-years and my sweet husband has gotten used to the unique experience of living with a writer. He is very encouraging and an excellent editor when he’s pressed into service. 

    I’ve been intrigued by spanking stories since before I first saw Ricky spank Lucy. Stories of this nature were hard to come by before the Internet and the ones I found were a little harsh on discipline and very much lacking in love. So, I made up my own stories and enjoyed these in my head for years. I finally began writing them down. Although the lovely women in my stories are spanked often, the love between them and their men takes top priority.

    My Cassie’s Space series shows a mature couple who are deeply in love. Despite loving Cassie’s free-spirited ways, Tom is determined to keep her safe, even if it takes a trip over his knee. And with her friend Sue by her side and all they get into, a trip over his knee is very likely. My Cal’s Law series, is about a younger couple. Though they come from very different backgrounds, love and discipline draw them together. 

    I love my husband, my kids, my cats, reading, writing and hearing from my readers. You can contact me at pk.corey@yahoo.com

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    Wednesday, 13 November 2019

    Babes in Bondage #kink #bdsm #bondage #suspension #shibari #lgbtq #lesbian #analsex #publicsex #dildo #blowjob #nippleclamps #cunnilingus #firsttime #bisexual #doublepenetration

     It’s 9 PM in Vegas. Do you know your safe word? 

    New Release!

    Babes in Bondage
    Vegas Babes Book 5
    By Lisabet Sarai


    Some people just won’t mind their own business. When an anti-porn terrorist group shuts down the Sin City Fetish Fair, Larry Archer offers The Fox’s Den as an alternative venue.  With the assistance of newly arrived dominant Master Shark, plans for the Den’s very first Kink Night quickly take shape. Indeed, the denizens of the Den are practicing their BDSM techniques well before the event.

    Blonde, beautiful and untouched, Patricia Hastings leads the Citizens Resisting American Perversion in their fight against filth. She’s determined to destroy the licentious, permissive, anything-but-vanilla strip club – whatever it takes.  A smidgen of plastic explosive should do the trick... If only she can resist her attraction to the voluptuous, red-headed minx Annie, and her own secret craving for surrender.

    Caught in the act of sabotage, Patty faces a choice: arrest, scandal and prison, or private punishment at the hands of Master Shark and his horny acolytes. Will C.R.A.P.’s paragon of purity uphold her prudish principles? Or consent to the violations that populate her forbidden fantasies?

    Bisexual Kinky Erotica

    46,000 words, 171 pages

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    “Do you want to top me, darling?” Rising to her feet, she shimmied out of her denim skirt and kicked it aside. She stood before him, nude and proud, her ginger curls stirring in the balmy October breeze, sex-juice trickling down the insides of her thighs.

    Ted’s cock jumped in approval, though his face showed confusion. “But you’re such a take-charge girl, Annie. You’re anything but submissive.”

    “Are you sure?” She turned her back to him, displaying her recently assaulted ass. “Look closely.”

    He obeyed, leaning in until she felt his warm breath on her skin. “Are those marks?” he asked in wonder. “Bruises?” He traced the fading signs of her afternoon spanking, waking faint echoes of the pain while stoking the fire of her arousal.

    “Inez can be quite fierce at times. A bit scary.”  Annie pivoted to face him. “But I trust her. She’s an expert. She senses how much I can bear, and never pushes me any further.” She leaned over to brush her lips across his. “Or at least, not much further.” She flashed him a provocative grin.

    “But I’m not an expert,” Ted protested. “Just the opposite.”

    “I trust you completely, baby. I trust the bond between us, the power that first drew us together.” She scanned his still-worried face. Should she should back off? Perhaps he really wasn’t ready for this. “But maybe you don’t want to top me.”

     “Oh, I do.” His voice was almost too soft to hear. “You wouldn’t believe how much.”

    Annie sank to her knees on the tiled balcony floor and bowed her head. “Then take me, Sir. I’m yours.”


    He stood, close enough that his rampant cock bobbed inches from her mouth. She swallowed a mouthful of saliva at the notion of tasting him, but restrained herself. She had to let him lead.

    “What should I do?”

    “Whatever you want, Sir.” She ventured a glance upward, meeting his eyes, full of carnal hunger and lingering uncertainty. She couldn’t help licking her lips. “You might, for instance, begin by fucking my face.”

    Ted chuckled, suddenly sounding much more confident. “Oh! Are you giving me instructions, slave?”

    “No, Sir. It was just a suggestion.”

    “Well, I have some other thoughts. Don’t move. I’ll be back.”

    He disappeared into the condo, leaving her kneeling on the cold, hard surface. Arousal zipped through her in a tight circuit, from her nipples to her clit and back. The heady fragrance of her own dripping cunt teased her nostrils.

    She closed her eyes, trying to slow her racing pulse, struggling with her almost overwhelming excitement. She might come just from the thrill of waiting, the knowledge that she’d surrendered all power to her lover.

    The wind rose for a moment, tangling her hair. Faint traffic noise reached her ears. Her knees hurt. Ted had been gone a long time, or so it seemed. Did he have second thoughts? Should she go looking for him?

     She forced herself to stillness. Patience was a major component of surrender.

    “You’re dripping all over the floor, slut!”

    Annie started, her heart slamming against her ribs. With her eyes closed and her focus turned inward, she hadn’t heard him arrive.

    “Clean up your mess,” he ordered.

    Trying not to smile at his bossy tone, Annie bent at the waist. A small pool of cunt-juice had formed between her spread thighs. She licked up every drop, enjoying the tang of her personal musk. She was no stranger to the taste of pussy.

    When she’d finished her appointed task, she knelt up, with her hands clasped at the small of her back. Ted reached down to run a finger over the still-damp tiles, ostensibly to evaluate her work. On his way up, he swiped the finger through her soaked sex-folds.

    Annie gasped as a storm of pleasure raged through her. She’d been close to climax simply from contemplating her own submission. His touch pushed her to the very edge. She teetered there, struggling for control.

    He seized a hank of her hair and raised her face to his. “You don’t come unless I tell you to. You know that, right?”

    About Lisabet

    Lisabet Sarai became addicted to words at an early age. She began reading when she was four. She wrote her first story at five years old and her first poem at seven. Since then, she has written plays, tutorials, scholarly articles, marketing brochures, software specifications, self-help books, press releases, a five-hundred page dissertation, and lots of erotica and erotic romance Рover one hundred titles, and counting, in nearly every sub-genreparanormal, scifi, m̩nage, BDSM, GLBT, and more. Regardless of the genre, every one of her stories illustrates her motto: Imagination is the ultimate aphrodisiac.

    Youll find information and excerpts from all Lisabets books on her website (http://www.lisabetsarai.com/books.html), along with more than fifty free stories and lots more.
    At her blog Beyond Romance (http://lisabetsarai.blogspot.com), she shares her philosophy and her news and hosts lots of other great authors. 

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